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twenty years from today , i still love you Shuchi with intent , i limb my swollen gesture in your ventilator …
After Life
A slight breeze tickles the hairs on the medium-sized A slight breeze tickles the hair on the young girl’s arms, and …
Two Stories
Duck Chainsaw Lost Nevada has a red sky but it’s never violent to anyone who’s born there, only the ones that …
3 Stories: Money Matters, Bean Soup, Horse
Money Matters by Betsy Roy You wouldn’t believe what I’d do for money. Like, seriously! It depends on the time of …
Money in Your Mouth
And then the money was in your mouth. So much money you were always eating salad, those pretentious, extortionate salads your …
5x5
Bingo night is every Thursday. I will never go. The game is a purgatory for squares and number counters, and worse …
llewellyn
I thought Llewellyn was the most beautiful name in the English language. At least, that’s what I told my mother at …
Six Men Spotted at the Glen Park Roller Rink and Rec Center
ROB It is hard to avoid looking at one another on the rink because you’re in a circle: somebody’s always following …
Three Poems
new interior for a hallmark birthday card hornet wound i weep your memory accounting for sapphire-stained rungs in the ladder though …
Two Poems
Paliochori Mentions this only as strange ordeal, her translation resisting delivery—vegetable state and we’ll see no more of Tsalia, Damia, Disekia, …
Apocrypha
the ground breaks too so please tell me my name even if my fullmouth stings of feathers the loudest thing the …
The Absence
Margaret Boyle woke up and her left incisor was loose. In her dream, she was crushed under a giant unspecified citrus …
Brief Elemental Things
A conversation with essayist, editor, and translator Eliot Weinberger
Robert Atwan likened the essay form to a solitary, restless individual; Montaigne believed essays could only be written in paces; Hilton …
Four More
OnceChildhood Dismissing worries quickly—like a professional palm reader, you never and always talk to me about bees, their outlines wasted on …
Four Poems
Harmony in Red I cut my foot at the museum, Walked around afraid Trailing blood I looked at the wall between …
Three Poems
here we collide Worry me at the tail edge of torn seams, Locked into conversation with the neighbors again About the …
Picture Shows for Roadkill
content warning: animal death, non-consensual intimacy Martin is smoking on the bed with his elbow buried into his thigh and head …
Skeletons
I remember when I was Boy and mother was Mother Bells chimed at noontime on streets made asphalt sang songs it …
My Professor told me that since the Beginning of Time Humanity has been concerned about Daisy
This Poem Has Been Written Before on october 2018 in the united states of america
Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother She’s sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a …
Health Services
“Oh, honey.” The paper crinkles when I hop up on the shiny patient bed and face the nurse, whose nametag screams …
Do You Even Rift?
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David in the Forest
I used to have eggs and toast for breakfast. That was great because I’d go to bed each night thinking about …
Three Poems
into its own fixless dew-thighed-today i set out to find my missing vowels with me i have only the things you …
Walks
My slanted strides put pressure forward Air in the space where we fog (our windows) collapsing downhill Letter paper folds over …
Let’s Run to the Womb and Back
the small explosion did it, skyward you tumbled too. chapped limbs smacking sunrays good morning. shoulders of honeycrisp apples, the bitten …
Eat 'em
I’ve figured it out The trick is eat everyone Eat ‘em all Put ‘em in your belly They can’t be mean …
Carnivore
Sometimes I lie on the bed and my body lists towards your softer side and I pretend that it is your …
Untitled Poem About Nazbol
*** yekaterina volkova: singer, actress, former lover of eduard limonov back in his day he dedicated many poems to her they …
Buccaneers
“Tell me a story,” he says. They’re sitting crouched in the corner of the room. Amanda has upended a table so …
The Trials of Odysseus and Me but Mostly Me
Perhaps it was the milk of the moon I drank tonight. Rivers poured vehemently. Poseidon. The sea was not as cold …
Embody
I spend the first week of May writing about bodies. I sit at library desks for two hours at a time …
Pissed Pants Academy
It was the day I met Paula Abdul on an airplane, and she was very beautiful, very glamorous, and she was …
Two Poems
content warning: body horror, sexual violence Princess Pāramitā I thought I told you to stop coming here. You make me sick, …
Reading Comprehension
Inspired by Arundhati Roy content warning: sexual harassment A Note to a Safety Presentation by a Commissariat de Police de Paris …